Aussie Stripper - Filthy Frank x Maxmoefoe

The Aussie Stripper

AN: Sorry in advance, I like to call him Joji and Max calls him George.. Anywaysenjoy

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Coming a few days early to meet up with acquaintances sounded like a great idea to Joji, the mind behind Filthy Frank, but it didn't feel like it anymore. PAX wasn't for another 5 days, and Ian wasn't even in Australia yet as far as Joji knew. He had decided to come to see a few sights and relax, but now he was stressed out to no end. His new acquaintances -- among which were some smaller YouTubers, and a few music gurus -- had suggested a night out on the town. After a few bars, the topic of a strip club came up.

"Seeing some guys dance might loosen you up!" One guy said to Joji.

"Wait- Guys?" Joji was confused and slightly surprised. He hadn't taken these people for the LGBT type.

"Yeah man!" Another male piped up, "Trust us, watching the guys dance is way more entertaining than those stuck up females. The guys wear less!"

"But I'm not-" Joji started to defend himself.

"Dude, don't worry about lying to us. We've seen your content, and your... Friends." Someone cut Joji off and elbowed him. They were right, Joji's sexuality was questionable; to himself and to his viewers. He had kissed Max and Ian on camera 1... 2... 4.... 6 or 7 times? And there were a few in takes not used too... Yeah, maybe a male strip club wouldn't be so bad after all.

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The entrance was pinker than Joji expected, but then again this wasn't just any male strip club. This was a gay strip club. The small group walked in together, the leader of them -- whose name was escaping Joji at the moment -- nodded towards the bouncer and they all completely bypassed the wait line. Joji guessed he was a regular. They strolled in and were greeted by a wall of heated air. It was heavy with the beat of sexy music, the sweat of dancers, the yelling of patrons, and the clouds of glitter. This was mostly new to Joji. Sure, he had seen Magic Mike before, but these dancers were geared towards men. But wait- there were a few women here?

"Why are there women here? I thought this was a gay club." Joji leaned closer to his nearest acquaintance and asked.

"Ah, they're gawkers," the guy whose name might have been Austin said, "they're straight women who get a kick out of the gay boys. Just ignore them." MaybeAustin waved his hand towards them dismissively, Joji nodded.

The group was seated at a rounded couch with a table in front of it, one row of tables back from the main stage. Damien (the leader's name had returned to Joji's mind) had talked to a guy who must have been the manager of the club. He had a deep purple shirt with the buttons open half way down his hairy chest, his mid-length head hair slicked back, showing gleaming diamond earrings in both ears. Clearly, he had made a lot of money off of "his boys", as he had called them. Damien and the manager had a quick conversation, in which Joji overheard him say stuff about not wasting Damien's friends money. Joji supposed that was why they weren't directly next to the stage where the patrons were throwing all sorts of money at the mostly naked men.

The night swung on, the group downing drinks, buying lap dances, and whistling at the extremely attractive males dancing on the main stage. Every once and a while a single dancer would come out, being announced by name, and do a specific routine to a song. These were Joji's favourite. The amount of planning and effort it must have taken to put together a unique routine for a song, and the nerve to be up there all by yourself doing it fascinated him, plus the dancers were sexy as hell. A darker skinned and very bulky man in fireman's pants did a routine to 'Ignition' by R Kelly, which was undoubtedly hot. Around ten minutes after that performance, the announcer's voice came on, introducing another dancer.